#SW!Sprout Answers

[lilythecattt]

"Well if it isn't Sprout himself."

-Brightney Lumichrome

[🍓]: “Did Vee tell you what my blog was? I didn’t think Toons would find me this fast…”

[transfemme-floofer]

The Affini vet looked at Millie and Tyler, happily playing with plushies while watching the Terran Disney Channel “I see” he looked back at Anisette and Poppy “your two florets have something the Terrans would call “Nostalgia” but it’s more like a psychological loop where they have fond memories of the past when they were Terran Sprouts, and would like to return to that state as their preferred gender” Anisette spoke after a long silence “so how do we manage it”

“Easy, enable it within a floret framework, redecorate their hab, get them childish companion dresses, look at toys from the archives, especially ones from before the Collapse”

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(Millie POV)

Mama Mistress took me to a special little store after the vets, a store that, looking at it looked weird “Mama, this store looks fam-famill…Fumi…, it looks like I’ve seen it before” Miss Anisette smiled at my struggling to say hard words “what does it look like sweetpea?” Suddenly I get the weird urge to… sing? Oh no don’t sing, we’re in public “Soon after bedtime, before daylight calls, Geoffrey and helpers stack up all the shelves” oh, no! You’re actually doing it! You even still know the Giraffe’s name “from ceiling to floor books, board games and bikes” don’t say it! Do not say the next bit! Seargeant Alexander! Amelia! Millie! No! “Teddies puppets and dolls” I sniffle, the voice in my head screams at me for crying, causing me to then cry more ‘this is why we lost, weaklings like YOU’ “Beds, spaceships and trikes, there’s millions says Geoffrey all under one roof” ‘if you go for that choral high note I sw- “It’s called Toys ‘R’ Us!!!!”

Mistress clapped at my performance calling me her little songbird while giving me Class Es to destroy my inner voice telling me this was wrong “yes darling songbird, my little petal it’s done up like Toys ‘R’ Us and Babies ‘R’ Us on purpose, so that little sprouts like you can feel safe” we walked in and found all manner of pre-collapse era toys and plushies and pacis and nappies, we must have picked up about 12 of each before we left “so how did Toys ‘R’ Us go then” Mistress asked as we left, “the archives never gave a straight answer” I answered “Greedy Billionaires and a government who thought they knew better than 13 million people, both the original and the Smyths version” Mistress swore at capitalism like she usually does and she checked my nappy “two flowers while we were shopping huh? I think you can do better than that”

We arrived back at “our” hab to find it fully redecorated in funky pastel colours “Yay!” I squeal, fully regressed, trying to walk but instead resorting to a crawl “mama I love it! I love it and I love you!”

[lilythecaattt]

Owner of the now-dead @lilythecattt Dandy’s World AU Sprout Roleplay Blog.

Owner of the semi-alive Roblox blogs: @robloxiansurvivors and @blog-tales-decasquad!

Other Blogs <in the underlined text!

Forsaken Corrupt Worlds AU masterlist:

📝 Personal List thingy (ignore this)

I don’t bite I friendly! Promise! :>

“I am like a Crazy Cat Lady—If instead of cats, it was a bunch of abandoned AU’s and OC’s for obsessions that come and go at random!” -Said few people ever… Probably.

ASK ABOUT MY GOOBERS!- Or other fiction stuff. Or random stuff… I don’t mind! :D

If you want more Intro-stuff, click below the pictures :3

(Edit: May 2025 // you’ll never know if i edited this a week, or a day ago!)

Goofy SW!Sprout Blog Asks :3

About me:

-She/Her

-Call me Kit, Lily, or Cat! Preferably the first one, but I don’t mind the others!

-I’m in the U.S, You can guess what Timezone I’m around

-I believe in Jesus Christ :D (*Previously this said “I’m Christian” but apparently even that can make people assume the worst. I’m not the kind of “Christian” that uses their faith purely as an excuse to be a Shhzy person I promise)

-Do not send NSFW things in asks, you will get blocked.

Fandom stuff (Even though I like lingering in corners :p)

-Dandy’s World obsession died… Forsaken Obsession is- less prevalent now… Idk.

-I have a couple of Favorite Characters, My main favorite switches with my current obsession xd

Other Fandoms I’ve (kind of?) been in, are:

Sonic The Hedgehog (Reoccuring hyperfixation… My beloved…)

Object Shows (BFDI/TPOT, HFJONE, A few others…)

Cookie Run (Kingdom mostly)

And Splatoon (I don’t play it anymore, but I know the lore! Marina my SILLY-)

Roblox Forsaken. mostly joined because “Chaotic Child”, and my Robloc OC’s, honestly-

Block Tales now, apparently?

I know some Vocaloid songs and producers, but my music taste is just whatever sticks in my brain. (My playlists are a mess ;u;)

(Roblox) Fandoms I am purposely trying to consume the lore of get into:

Roblox Phighting [//TAG FOR PHIGHTING: “Phighting Notes”]

Pressure (Yes, the game with the hybrid fish-criminal guy that I totally know the name of /sillyj)

Block Tales

Tbh there are more… Tbh the one I most likely will play is Block Tales. Sadly I lost interest in playing PVP or Team Based games a while ago, but that won’t stop me from lore digging! (Feel free to lore dump at me about these! If you’re unsure about me being fine with it you can always just ask! :3)

My Tags (Mostly for myself to remember):

EDIT: HELP ME IM DROWNING IN TAGS… I really need to tone it down to just 3 don’t i. Maybe 5. AGH BUT I DONT WANNA TRY AND MOVE MY WHOLE TAG LIST D,:

-lilythebloop [Ramble tag! For literally anything!… Originally was supposed to just be for short random thoughts I had.]

-Lilythe:) [Favorites! Double-favorite is “Lilythe:3”]

-lilythe:] [Interesting lore thing/headcanon you got there!… Mind if I just—yoink]

-LilytheASKS [Asks I get :333]

-Lilyblogstuffs [blog things.. mostly asks, answered or not]

-LilytheRoleplay [Roleplays I do, or talking about them! Mostly not Dandy’s World, but can be sometimes.]

-LilytheAnons [Anons I made up!… Usually I name them after an Ask I sent on a blog.]

-LilytheHMM [Very “hmm” ideas… May consider them.]

-LilytheHELP [Cursed things… Also is “LilythepleH”]

-lilythe… [If I’m dead inside that day]

-lilythebleh [Slightly less dead inside, but not necessarily in a positive mood.]

Etc:

-Mutual Things :D

-lilythevidoes [//Spelled wrong on purpose :3]

-carpposts :3 [Also “Carpposts:3”… Just sh-post stuff]

-lilytheOCs [self explanatory]

-lilythetakingnotes [//idk notes on lore stuff for things, or ideas for things idk]

ROBLOCS:

-Phighting Notes

-lilytheforsaken [Roblox forsaken… sigh]

-CWS!Forsaken AU [AKA: “Corrupt Worlds!Forsaken AU” and “Corrupt Worlds!Roblox AU”]

-Forksaken [Might use this as my own tag for forsaken things I like… or just forsaken idk]

Shelly’s World AU:

-SWAUIceberg [L o r e]

-SWAUStuffs [Might not be deep lore, but it’s still related.]

-SWAUWriting [Fanfiction.. for later I guess]

Tags for other stuff:

-Dandy’s World Glutter [Okay I’ll admit; i stopped trying to make Glutter famous. :c]

-Glistenlings [Rodgerlings… Astrolings… ___lings…]

-Dandy’s World Cuddle Pile (Haven’t found as many of these as I thought.. huh.)

Non-Dandy’s World Other Stuf:

-C00Llings [Gues whooooo! C=]

Old Tags here…

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Links to other Parts of this Bloggg! :D

Other Blogs I own… :3

Note to self: Anonymously Click the underlined #III rebmuN

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~Forshakern~

Forsaken/Roblox CWs!AU Masterlist

Termination/Getting Banned in Corrupt Worlds AU!… (The Banlands, how it works, etc)

Frogcore Noob…

CWs!C00lkidd Survivor Moveset idea (not the full concept(s))

My Bobot robloc oc

(Photo) Mafia guy VS Detective!

(RP) Detective Fedora meets Cl00n7!

(Video) Forsaker cool chase-music covers (C00lkidd, & Bluudude…)

(Blog Event) That one time C00lkidd hacked me… (March 18th)…

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🌈~Dandy’s World below here~

Dandy’s world lore gushing (+THEORIES AND HEADCANONS):

New Shelly’s World AU Explanation/Introduction thing!

Old Sprout-Blog Intro…

Shelly’s World Sprout Blog Updates!

Shelly’s World AU (Reformed!DW AU?) Dancifer Lore Rambling hehe…

(*Note: I might make one on Shelly… Eventually. :D)

(*Also how do you change what the url is named? I wanna put a silly thing like i’ve seen others do :<)

(*^Edit: Doesn’t matter anymore because the Text is the Link now :D)

Dandy’s world Youtube Playlist, but it’s vaguely connected to SW!AU Lore and Ideas for characters!

(For anyone digging around for AU Lore.. whatever reason)

*Vaguely* reminded me of SW!Astroke.. but also another Toon… (SONG: Rät - Penelope Scott)

SW Echos… Wonder whose language this is? (SONG: Language of The Lost - Riproducer)

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Alt Dandy’s World AU’s:

Dandy’s World Trapped-in-Tapes AU Concept (basically dandy traps the Toon’s minds inside the tapes to save them from being twisted, and tries to keep them from recovering their memories, because he fears they’ll go insane or something (they will eventually regardless))

Dandy’s World “Handlers Return AU” Concept!

Dandy’s Parasite AU Concept

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Because I forgot to LINK THE FLIPIN SW!AU FANFIC BEFORE… <There it is :3

WIP Shelly’s World Fanfiction Note:

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overthinking… (ae)

DO NOT GIVE A CHARACTER A PLACEHOLDER NAME LIKE THIS

Tumblr “Mass Tag Replacer”? Whatever that means…?

OC DESIGNING STUFFS

What not to do when writing injuries… For future reference…… :)

Site that lets you type in words for a word, and it gives you the closest word to it:

NO BUT SERIOUSLY- THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING OMGGGG I KNOW BETTER WORDS FOR A “Hesitant Glare” and a “Fake Smile” now!

[unnamed-dandysworldau-askblog]

Sup! Connie here w/ a placeholder intro~ :3

Askable Toons are yours truly (*Me, I’m Connie), and Cosmo! Sprout was banned from using Tumblr lol

The Ask Rules (for whenever we open Asks)

-Don’t be a weirdo. [*Ooc: No NSFW asks. Will get you blocked… As for Suggestive? uhh, just don’t go overboard, the line there is very thin so preferably avoid *that* stuff…]

-Be nice! Jerks or Haters will just be ignored, so don’t waste your time 💅

-Do not the Cosmo.

I’ll edit l8ter if I care to. Byeeee!! :3

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Old Ask Blog: @lilythecattt …

The lore of the old Askblog:

-Sprout somehow got a magic crystal that allowed him to use his phone to message cross-universe using this app

-Sprout had been acting odd for a while even before making his Blog… (The Account originally belonged to one of Toodles’ Cousins)

-Dandy stole Sprout’s magic crystal and somehow ended up in the very deep basement of Gardenview. So deep underground that he found a Mineshaft right under it…

Dandy and Sprout were eventually found in a deep underground abandoned Laboratory, by a branch of Staff dedicated to keeping the Twisteds in the Basement trapped, and the two got in trouble for being down there.

-Sprout was banned from the blog after “allowing” multi-dimensional chaos to unfold via Magic Anon Asks (M!A Asks)

-Dandy faced his own punishments for it all…

This Askblog’s Lore:

-Connie and Cosmo were made to make this blog, as part of an Experiment the Company for Shelly’s World is very aware of.

Shelly’s World AU lore:

Old Blog Intro:

[dirt-cup-draco]

Sirius x Reader- More To You (4/?)

tag list: @spacegirlhere @treestarrrrrrrr @slytherpuffgal @scaredofvscogirls @jenniseiblack

Previously:

You found you wanted to pull Sirius back to you, feel the warmth of his body against yours, hoping it soothed him the way you realized it soothed you in this confusing time. “Goodnight,” You finally croaked, heart still aching form his admission.

“And a good night to you,” Sirius said, sinking back into that somber and tight lipped man that Azkaban had turned him into. You watched him go as you filled your glass.

You weren’t sure how but you were going to make sure Sirius knew that he wasn’t responsible for the deaths of the Potters. If it meant clearing his name and using your own resources, you were going to do it. If it meant standing in opposition to the Wizengamot and their wishes, you would do it. And if it meant standing by him with encouraging words and keeping him safe, then you would do it. One way or another you were going to free Sirius Black from his sullied name and his own demons, no matter what it took.

Summer was at it’s peak and the sun was blistering as you lounged in the backyard, Sirius zooming around the yard as his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he attempted to keep cool. You had a bowl full of lemonade on the porch for him as you sipped at your own.

Running around your small backyard was the only way he could stretch his legs some and you felt terribly guilty about that. He was always stuck inside the house and he could only watch the movies you had so many times before the boredom started eating at him. 

Whistling, you caught his attention and nodded to the door, picking up and going back inside. You appreciated the wave of air conditioning that met you as you waited for Sirius. Once he was inside, you closed and locked your door, pulling the blinds tight. 

“So,” You began, fanning yourself. “Any plans for the day?” 

Sirius gave you a funny look. “Was that supposed to be a joke?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I mean to ask, is there anything you want to do?” 

“Oh yes, tons of things,” Sirius griped, tying up his hair as it got too hot on his neck and if you were momentarily distracted by the column of his throat that shined with a thin sheen of sweat, you wouldn’t admit it. “Like clearning my name, and not being known as a murderer, and living in my own place and not having to pretend to be a god damn dog every time I got outside and-” 

“That’s not what I meant you drama queen,” You whined, “I mean, we could make ice cream or make a slide out of the stairs, or we could-” 

“Go campinig?” Sirius chimed in, a small smile on his face as you attempted to make his days less monotonous. 

“Camping?” You asked incredulously. “I suppose it’s a weekend... But I”ve never been camping before, and wouldn’t the ministry catch on somehow?” 

Sirius shrugged. “I can’t see how they would. We might have to go a bit further than usual, but we could manage. And nobody can do a better silencing spell than you-” 

“And you would know that how?” You interrupted. 

“When I’m bored I try to break the spells you have on your room, which I haven’t been able to do yet” He admitted without a bit of shame. “What I’m really curious about is why you have a silencing spell for your bedroom.” He winked. “But! As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me- your spell work is strong, if we need to be shielded, I fully believe that you can keep us safe,” 

You blushed for a thousand reasons but you felt pride that Sirius trusted in your abilities. “Well, I agree that I can keep us safe, and that we are going have to be a bit more.. muggle about this. I have a car, just to blend in really, but you can drive can’t you? I remember fifth year you drove a car into the greenhouse and Sprout nearly had your head.” 

Sirius smiled at the memory. “I certainly couldn’t drive then, but you’re right that I can drive now. I think we have ourselves a plan! Start packing,” 

With another notorious wink, he was racing upstairs. You smiled to yourself, glad that you had been able to cheer him up some. As the days passed you realized it was becoming easier to get Sirius to laugh and smile, yet at the same time he was losing faith in himself and he was becoming more guarded because of it. Hopefully, camping would be a good distraction. 

Two hours later, you were reclined in the passengers seat, legs propped up on the dash as Sirius hummed to some rock song he had found on a muggle station. Your bags were shoved into the back seat. You watched Sirius.His hair whipped around with the wind that rushed past you two. You leaned your head back, letting the wind on your face remind you of flying on a broom. Maybe driving wasn’t so bad. 

“Are we there yet?” You asked. 

“Asking every ten minutes won’t make us arrive any sooner,” He pointed out. 

Just to be obnoxious you asked seven more times in quick succession. 

“You are such a brat!” Sirius laughed, hand squeezing your knee as you grinned cheekily at him. 

It did seem to get you there quicker however as Sirius was turning down a remote path off some highway you had never been on, car rattling on the unpaved path. You drove quite a few miles inward. Sirius parked when he saw a lake and a clearing. 

“How did you know where this place was?” You asked, tossing him your tent and grabbing your bags of clothes and supplies as he set it up. “I was lost the entire way here,” 

Sirius was silent for a moment, and you nearly thought he wasn’t going to respond, but then he paused in his work and looked at you. “I came here once before,”

“Ooh, sneaky. I bet it was with some poor girl,” You teased. Sirius smiled but it was gentle, fond even. 

“No, actually,” He admitted. “I came with my friends. It was for Remus’ birthday and all he wanted to do was camp like muggles. We ate smores, fun little muggle sweets, and started a fire without wands and skinny dipped in the lake,” 

Sirius sounded wistful and you could tell these memories were bittersweet. Dropping the bags for a moment your wrapped your arms around his waist. “Sounds lovely, thank you for telling me,” You wanted him to know you’d always listen to whatever he had to say, that you were there for him. 

He kissed your forehead before pulling away too quickly, eyes darting around the campsite as a rosy hue tainted his cheeks. “I’m nearly done with the tent if you want to grab our blankets,” He instructed.

You made yourselves comfortably inside, the space bigger on the inside. You had nearly demanded it, you were one who strove to be comfortable at all costs. Sirius had, in the spirit of actual camping, confined you both to one room, but you wouldn’t complain too much seeing as he had given you ample space and a bed. 

Night fell fairly quickly and Sirius requested that you try those smores he’d been speaking of earlier. “I didn’t ask you to buy these for no reason,” He gestured to the marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate in his arms. 

“This is impossible!” You huffed not ten minutes later, having set another marshmallow aflame. Sirius laughed, grabbing your skewer and blowing out the puffed sugar. 

“It is not, you just have to have a certain amount of finesse,” With that, he presented you with a sandwich of sugar pressed between what looked like cardboard even if Sirius insisted it was edlible. “Eat up,” He encouraged and you moaned in appreciation as the melted chocolate and caramelized sugar hit your tongue in direct contrast to the crisp graham cracker. Sirius blushed at the exaggerated noise that fell from your lips. 

“Oh, Sirius,” You beamed. “This is delightful!” 

Thrusting your skewer back into his hand you demanded he make you another. With a mumbled “bossy, are we?”, he made you another. And another. And another. Until you were sick on sweets. 

Your licked your lips and leaned against Sirius as he accidentally burned his own marshmallow, distracted at the feel of you pressed against his side so casually. “Thank you for this,” You sighed happily. “It’s been awhile since I’ve left home,” 

“No thanks to me,” He sighed. 

“Hey,” You frowned, pulling away so you could grip his chin lightly between your fingers. “Nonsense, you here me? I get out far more than you can so don’t feel as if you are keeping me in, if anything I’m the one trapping you. I wish it could be different... I promise I’ll clear your name,” 

Sirius’ heart leapt at the conviction in your voice and your stomach filled with butterflies at his returning smile. “I know you will,” His smile was tender and warm but quickly morphed into a smirk. “Even if you are a brat.” 

You frowned and squished his cheeks a bit too hard. “You can clean up,” You announced. “I am decidedly going to take a dip in the lake,” 

Sirius stared after you. “Y-you mean you’re going to-?” He dropped off, unable to get his mind straight. He felt like a teen all over again. 

It took you a moment to understand what he meant but you went red immediately. “No! Of course not you foul man! I’ll have my clothes on,” 

“Oh! Right,” Sirius blushed with you. “I’ll join then,” He tried to play it off like he hadn’t been more curious about you, all of you. 

The water was cool and you squealed as you splashed into the water, the moon reflected off the water and dancing across your skin that prickled against the chill, hairs rising. You had stripped down to your underwear and you would have been embarrassed at your lack of clothes if you hadn’t been distracted by Sirius emerging from the tent moments later, only a pair of boxers on him. 

“How’s the water?”Sirius asked, but didnt receive a response from you as you tried to tear your eyes away. A wolfish smirk tugged at his lips. “Cat got your tongue?” 

Instead of answering, you plunged yourself beneath the cool water, the shock of it setting your brain back to it’s normal setting. 

You both swam around, feeling like kids as you goofed off and splashed one another. Sirius was currently hell bent on dunking you beneath the water even as your teeth started to chatter.

“No!” You yelled at him, swimming towards shore and then sprinting when you could. It seemed you hadn’t found your land legs yet as you rolled your ankle, yelping as you fell back into the water, luckily it was the shallows. 

“Y/N! You alright?” Sirius asked immediately, going to your side and pulling you up by your arms. He had filled out some in the past couple weeks, lots of meals and a sleep schedule doing him some good. 

“Y-yeah! Just rolled my ankle,” You complained, trying to stand but found it was still too sensitive as you bent under your own weight. In only a second, Sirius was gathering you up in his arms. “Hey!” You argued but your mouth went dry at the pointed look he gave you. He was terribly close, and warm. 

Sirius set you on your sheets after using a quick drying spell, hand prodding gently at your ankle. “Sit still,” He said softly, uttering a healing spell and you thanked him. 

He grinned and kissed your knee in welcome, and you pretended like the small action of affection had stolen your breath from your lungs. 

“I wonder how you lived without me,” Sirius teased, tugging one of the tshirts youd bought for him over his still damp hair. The smile and worry lines on his face told of his age but you couldn’t help but see the young teen you had known in school. You scowled. 

“I’d do just fine, thank you very much,” You sniffled in indignation. 

Yet, as you lay in your bed that night, listening to the owls hooting in the trees and Sirius’ snoring, you became aware that you wouldn’t be alright if Sirius left you. 

[foxghost]

鎮魂 Guardian [Zhen Hun] extra 3 full translation

No real spoilers in this one, just fluff and crack. [TN: the other extras are here, you may want to check out #4 for notes on names.] Original Chinese character count: 4363 English Translation + notes word count: 4042

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Later, the Special Investigation Department moves away from 4 Bright Road to 9 University Road, just one pedestrian crossing away from Dragon City University.

Lin Jing lingers at their old address just before the move, reluctant to leave and goes around and around the empty office with his recently upgraded equipment — a long barrel SLR camera — and photographs every last detail; not even the cobwebs escapes his scrutiny. When he’s done, Lin Jing picks out the few he’s satisfied with and sends them to a magazine publisher, hoping to make a name for himself in the “Former Haunts” series.

Thus leading to the editor-in-chief of the magazine suffering a great blow to his delicate psyche.

The editor-in-chief ends up in the hospital over the incident, and reporting what they perceived as a 'malignant, intentional manufacturing of supernatural photographs for the purpose of scaring people" to the police. As familial shame cannot be spread abroad, Zhao-chu can only show his face and quietly settle things behind the scenes. When he comes back, he beats the crap out of that idiot fake monk in the path of his innocent gaze.

Eat, sleep, beat Lin Jing; the crew at 9 University Road finally fall back into their ordinary, everyday routine.

The accommodation at their new office is decadent to the extreme, with a sunny attic upstairs and a double cellar below. The second cellar houses their book collection, while the first cellar is a shrine-like space with a mahjong table surrounded by a circle of memorial tablets. During the day it provides a resting place for their ghost employees, and any individual suffering from insomnia can get up and play a round of mahjong.

… And so, during the day, one can often hear the sound of shuffling mahjong tiles from the mysteriously locked first cellar.

On the top floor, the attic is warm and bright with sunshine, painted with a thick layer of soundproofing paint; those who are tired can take a noon nap, and opening the windows affords one the view of the whole courtyard — unfortunately there is no beautiful scenery to be had.

Since members of the S.I.D. could not come to an agreement regarding a plan for the garden, there’s no unified theme. After they divided up the space, the courtyard has become a weird mixture of styles containing a little bit of everything.

Zhao Yunlan claims the entire rear courtyard for himself. With an oddly cultivated aesthetic that has nothing at all to do with the arts that he’s ignored his whole life through, he vetoes Zhu Hong’s favoured Japanese roses, vetoes Chu Shuzhi’s suggestion of vines, vetoes Lin Jing’s request of a Bodhi tree … ultimately planting an entire rear courtyard worth of vegetables.

There’s mini cole, cherry tomatoes, pumpkin seedlings, pea sprouts, Chinese cedar sprouts … a veritable neighbourhood of assorted vegetables growing side by side. In the middle of it all stands a coquettish eggplant surrounded by all the other plants the way stars surround the moon.

[TN: 風騷茄子 / Coquettish Eggplant is a dish…this ia a pun.]

Zhao Yunlan hints that come winter he’ll even fill the entire rear courtyard with bok choi.

From then onwards, neither mortal nor ghost has played in the rear courtyard that has become a vegetable garden.

By the time Shen Wei finishes class, the sun has already begun inclining towards the west. It’s still warm outside, and the short stroll from school even counting the time it takes to wait for the light to change is only five, six minute at most.

The entire staff of the S.I.D. each holds a copy of Teacher Shen’s class schedule. They wait eagerly for his arrival daily as one watches for the stars and the moon. There was once a time that the soldiers skipping out on work along with the leader was routine, because when the ceiling beams are crooked the pillars came along; since their leader Zhao Yunlan stopped messing around and started calmly spending all his days in the office like a hermit though, those days are long gone.

In this respect, everyone feels a little depressed, even in light of their new surroundings.

Yet when Teacher Shen arrives he can always swiftly take the leader away. And if the leader is gone, naturally it implies that everyone else can leave work early as well.

As he steps through the door, Shen Wei is greeted by countless “good day Teacher Shen” and “good work Teacher Shen” and many more besides along with such fervent looks from everyone that it’s borderline like the staff are held in enemy territory awaiting a liberating army. Shen Wei finds it hard to adapt to this at first, but as time goes by he’s no longer fazed by all the attention.

Guo Changcheng is zoning out, Zhu Hong is doing some online stopping, Chu Shuzhi is watching the candlestick graph, Lin Jing is tinkering with a new model of wiretapping device: a fish scale-like thing the size of a girl’s fingernail that turns invisible and records in secret once it sticks to anything.

Black cat Daqing nests on the staircase handrail, waving his tail at Shen Wei. “He’s in the attic.”

Shen Wei makes an approving hum, nods as he says “Thank you,” but when he’s just about to pass by, he lifts a brow slightly and glances at Daqing. “Be careful, don’t fall off now.”

… The handrail only looks half as big as Daqing’s stomach. The way he’s lying prone on top of it looks extremely weird.

Daqing stares blankly for a full second, then with a wail he turns into an angry furball. “I’m practicing—Yo—ga! What’s wrong with practicing yoga? You got a problem with that?”

Keeping a smile on his face, Shen Wei reaches out to stroke his head, and goes upstairs.

Daqing furiously drapes himself back down on the handrail. Lin Jing asks, teasing, “Aiyoh, little princeling Daqing, which yoga pose are you practicing?”

Daqing says after a pause, “Cat pose.”

Those who follow the Way never lies, so goes the doctrine. Lin Jing appropriately shows his evaluation with a peal of laughter.

… As a result he gained two new bloody scratches on his face. The wiretap in his hand goes flying towards destination unknown, turning invisible.

Lao-Li, who’s always appearing without a sound and vanishing without a trace, appears now to quietly supply cotton swabs and bandages as if he’s the hapless master responsible for the aftermath of his cat’s crimes. Yet the cat has no appreciation for his love at all, and doesn’t bother with even a snort as he jumps off the railing into a cat stretch and leaving the scene.

There are times when such a thing as love is like a fragile pane of glass. It doesn’t matter what kind of love it is: nothing can glue it back together after it shatters, even if the ones involved no longer cared, even if they have already chosen to forgive.

That’s why a person should be faithful to oneself unto death. Whether choosing to be so selfish as to hurt countless without regrets, or to cherish another’s affection from the beginning, even at the risk of looking like a fool.

Shen Wei pushes open the door to the top floor lightly. There’s a sofa bed in the attic situated for a full day of sunlight, and Zhao Yunlan naps there with a blanket thrown across his waist, fingers still trapped between the pages of a book in his hands.

Shen Wei approaches quietly, stooping to kiss him lightly on the lips. Zhao Yunlan doesn’t bother opening his eyes, he hums lazily with sleep and says, “You’re done with class?”

Shen Wei answers with an agreeing noise, reaching out to prop up Zhao Yunlan by his back so he can sit down. “Wake up a little. It’s not early anymore, and if you fall asleep again you won’t be able to sleep later.”

Zhao Yunlan takes advantage of the shift in position to lie down on Shen Wei’s thighs. Yawning, he says blearily, “I didn’t actually want to sleep.”

With half-lidded eyes he waves the “Vegetable Planting Techniques” in his hands and grumbles, “I’m telling you, this book has to be cursed. I can’t ever get to the first chapter. Just the forward is enough to knock someone out. I only made it to the 8th page now and I’m still stuck in the introduction.”

Shen Wei picks it up and flips through its pages. It’s a textbook from the agricultural university, and not a single centimetre of white space is wasted — even the pictures are black and white and so serious it has no entertainment value whatsoever. Shen Wei puts it aside and says without thinking, “Why do you bother reading it? If luck’s on their side, whichever seed you sow may even chance into a refined essence and become Yao. There is no chance that any of them wouldn’t grow.”

Zhao Yunlan says, “No, only science and technology is the primary productive force.”

[TN. he’s quoting fundamental principle of Marxism here so that’s why SW makes fun of him.]

Shen Wei says after a pause, “Why don’t you go back to study science and technology then.”

Zhao Yunlan rolls his eyes, and harbouring ulterior motives, says, “The primary productive force and I are jinxed. It reduces me to sleep in a single glance.”

[TN. 犯克 roughly means “it disagrees with my birth hour.” So it does mean jinxed, but with him ONLY.]

Shen Wei looks down, discovering that whatever sleepiness in Zhao Yunlan’s pitch black eyes have already evaporated, and they stare up at him with wordless amusement.

Zhao Yunlan reaches around so he’s holding Shen Wei by the waist. “If I can’t keep reading, then I’ll forget my meals, my mood will plunge, and if it goes on any longer I’ll fall into a depression!”

Shen Wei just looks at him without saying a word.

One lie after another comes out of Zhao Yunlan’s mouth. “Listen, the suicide rate is really high in Northern Europe because the cold climate leads to depression. Kunlun mountain is covered in ice and snow that never melts — it doesn’t even have heat, so my bones must carry the genes for depression.”

Shen Wei is silent for a time before saying, “You must forgive my inability to see this.”

Zhao Yunlan says, “You must not love me anymore! You … man of easy virtue!”

[TN. ZYL says SW has a “nature as ever changing as running water and alights on all like flower petals,” and it’s usually a phrase meaning ‘fickle woman.’]

Shen Wei pushes at his temple as if to hold back a headache. “Stop acting so spoiled. What would you like?”

Zhao Yunlan laughs a mischievous laugh, revealing a row of neat white teeth.

“Fine. I’ll read it to you when we get home,” Shen Wei says, helplessly gentle, before uncomfortably averting his gaze. “But if you’re going to listen, then be good and listen. If you get drowsy listening then sleep. You’re not allowed to mess around.”

His ears are taking on a flush, and he looks like a half-willing young bride that’s just been picked on by an evil tyrant taking liberties, only half-willing because he’s left without a choice.

Zhao Yunlan grabs hold of Shen Wei’s collar indignantly and pulls him closer. “Can I trouble you not to be such a pure white lotus okay baby? From the fucking moment we met 'til now have I ever successfully taken a single dime of advantage of you … fine I’ll admit I’ve had more criminal attempts, but I haven’t any criminal reality!”

Shen Wei hastens to placate him. “Okay okay okay, get up. Let’s go home.”

“I can’t.” Zhao Yunlan turns his face to the side, expressionless. “The muscles in my lower back are strained.”

Shen Wei says softly, bashful, “Then should I carry you?”

Zhao Yunlan takes a look at him in silence, and stands up in silence. He finds that his back doesn’t hurt at all anymore — but he does feel a pang in his stomach.

As soon as they step through the front door, the rest of the staff scatter like birds and beasts. Zhu Hong’s the first to slip out, with Lin Jing closely following. Chu Shuzhi pours himself a cup of cheap tea, holding fast until the stock market closes before leisurely putting things away. As he’s about to go he raises his head to discover that Guo Changcheng still hasn’t left yet.

[TN. 茶水 / cha shui / lit. tea water / cheap tea is the kind of tea you get in diners, usually ceylon, comes in a plastic cup, made with cheaper leaves and brewed bulk in a metal dispenser.]

The room is empty save for them. Guo Changcheng sitting there staring into space without a word looks like a painted stage set, dazed to distraction. Chu Shuzhi asks casually, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

As if shaken from a dream, Guo Changcheng trembles violently and bumps the water-dwelling plant, spilling it all over his desk.

Chu Shuzhi subconsciously reaches for his own face; suspecting that maybe he’s been slack in the cultivation of his arts and his livor-mortis is showing, somehow managing to scare this unfortunate child until he’s beside himself.

Guo Changcheng stammers, “I um I’m leaving,” and cleans up in a flurry of activity.

Chu Shuzhi can read body language well enough, so he asks, “Are you planning to go bomb a bunker? Why do you look like you’re going to war?”

If Guo Changcheng has a pair of dog ears, he guesses now they would be drooping.

Twenty minutes later, the two emerge from 9 University Road with Chu Shuzhi furrowing his brow and coming to a conclusion. “That is to say, your second uncle wants you to go to a xiangqin.”

[TN. 相親 / Xiangqin. A marriage interview arranged by a matchmaker. A direct equivalent is the Japanese o-miai. The characters mean mutual-intimacy.]

A spray of sparks explodes out of Guo Changcheng’s pocket.

Chu Shuzhi quickly sidesteps. “Watch it. What’s with the groundless worry? Is this girl you’re meeting a tigress?”

To avoid setting his pants on fire, Guo Changcheng hurriedly takes the stun baton out of his pocket, but that only attracts the attention of passersby instead; they don’t even manage to make it to the parking lot before the traffic cop at the crosswalk yells at them, “What’s going on? You can’t set off fireworks within city limits! Where’s your sense of civic responsibility?”

Chu Shuzhi silently covers his face and pretends to look up at the sky.

The lich king is reclusive and detached; aside from the occasional garrulous words he exchanges with acquaintances, his entire person gives off an aura of do not approach， so he’s often lonely in the cold emptiness of his life. Outside of cultivating his essence, he has little to do in the long hours outside of work, leaving his well-hidden desire to gossip eternally unsatisfied. He feels a sudden curiosity of how this human custom of xiangqin is conducted, and with a tone like he’s volunteering to join a war, he says, “Ok, stop spraying fireworks. You’ll get a fine. Why don’t we do this — I’ll sit by you pretending to be just another customer the whole time for your xiangqin, alright?”

[TN. 屍王 / lit. corpse king. I suppose it could also read “necromancer” but he’s a corpse himself, so closer to a lich.]

Guo Changcheng gives him a tortured look, and from Chu Shuzhi’s solemn face he can just glean a hint of the curiosity of a gossiping fishwife.

They arrive more than thirty minutes earlier than the appointed time, and it’s only after Chu Shuzhi flip through an entire old magazine to pass the time before the girl arrives.

Chu Shuzhi looks on as Guo Changcheng freezes solidly into a human stick, and thinks with some amazement that he hasn’t seen a mortal with such great potential to become a jianshi for many years.

[TN. 人棍 / human stick is actually a brutal ancient torture that’s best not described here. CSZ uses some harsh language in his head…

殭屍 / Jiangshi / what Chu Shuzhi is, is a culturally unique mythological creature that originated from the way undertakers were said to have ordered corpses to jump as they led the dead back to their hometowns for burial. Depending on the telling, they eat flesh, drink blood, sleep in coffins, fear the sun, and only in some stories do they have minds of their own.]

Chu Shuzhi moves his gaze downwards, finding Guo Changcheng’s pant cuffs shaking uncontrollably, his entire body resembling a quail that found itself falling heavily on its ass on broken glass. He congratulates himself for confiscating Guo Changcheng’s little stun baton beforehand, otherwise he’s sure the young lady’s perfectly ironed straight fringe would have been fried immediately into natural curls.

“Oh, come on. Grow up,” Chu Zhushi thinks, feeling rather disappointed on his behalf.

Fortunately, the young lady has a good temperament, and doesn’t go on Weibo on the spot to start a post titled, “Ran into someone outrageous at the xiangqin” as a souvenir. Instead she confidently attempts to keep the conversation going by cycling through a list of seemingly endless topics. From the start Guo Changcheng acts exactly like a criminal at a trial, whatever question thrown his way he must tremble thrice, all the while sending a continuous distress signal in Chu Shuzhi’s direction. Unfortunately Chu Shuzhi feigns interest in the menu and is utterly unreceptive.

Ten minutes of trembling later, the lady finally can’t help asking, “You … are you a little nervous?”

Guo Changcheng, red all over, nods at her.

The lady smiles a little. “It’s not important. We’re only having a casual chat.”

Guo Changcheng, still red all over, nods again, and carefully gives her a single glance before looking extremely ill at ease, turning his gaze away.

Normally when coming across someone that can’t even speak clearly, the other side would flip desk and leave, but this young lady who’s come to this xiangqin seem to have an odd weakness. Facing someone like Guo Changcheng, a sense of protectiveness inexplicably grows in her heart.

“I think you’re just like Raj from the Big Bang Theory,” she says happily. “Especially cute — my aunt says you’re a police officer. Really?”

Guo Changcheng makes a sound of agreement that comes off like a mosquito’s hum.

The lady says, “Really! I can’t tell at all. Then what do you do normally when you meet a bad person?”

Guo Changcheng spends a moment recalling, then truthfully illustrates just how he catches ‘bad people.’ He makes a clawing gesture, pretending to pick up his ‘secret weapon’ and says, “Just like this, and I tell, tell it, ‘you you you you you can’t come over here,’ and then I catch them.”

The lady stares at him blankly a second, and realising that it’s possibly a joke, she laughs, swaying back in forth in her mirth. “You’re just too cute!”

With naive eyes Guo Changcheng stares at her, utterly clueless.

Chu Shuzhi watches with his cheek in his hand and all the coolness of a bystander. When he thinks back on what they actually get up to during work, he does manage to find a hint of what one may call ‘adorkable.’ As he takes another look at the still happy girl and the utterly out-of-form Guo Changcheng, he glances at his watch. It’s starting to feel rather dull sitting here.

But once these two start chatting they seem to go on and on; Chu Shuzhi reins in his impatience, takes out his phone and plays games for ages until his vision’s starting to blur and he can’t take anymore. He waves at the waiter, “Ready to order.”

The waiter diligently comes over only to hear Chu Shuzhi say in a quiet and eerie voice, “One order of Kung Pao chicken, make sure the meat is only three parts done and still bloody.”

The waiter is silent.

Guo Changcheng overhears this from across the room and immediate turn around to glance at Chu Shuzhi, recognizes the gloomy corpse-like scowl on the lich (corpse) king and finally realises that he’s gotten carried away.

But while he racks his brains trying to wrap up the conversation, the other side suddenly goes from easy to stern and says to him, “Oh, right, actually I still want to say that …”

She pauses then, as if what she wants to say may be too embarrassing to mention.

Guo Changcheng asks, “What is it?”

The lady stares down at her lap and seems to think for a moment before saying, “This is our first meeting, so it’s probably not appropriate for me to be saying this, but I really do like you quite a bit …”

Guo changcheng sits as straight and stiff as a red Songhum tree — even his eyes seem to turn vertical.

She continues to say, “So there is something I want to say before anything else. I didn’t really want to come here today at first because my aunt said you were a criminal police officer. I don’t think living with a cop is especially stable, really. Everyday I’d have to be on edge all the time thinking about how you are, and as time goes on,” she trails off then, sighing. “Is this line of work something you must do?”

Guo Changcheng stares blankly for a second, and before he’s able to answer, a hand grabs onto his shoulder without any warning, hauling him right up from his seat.

Guo Changcheng says, “Chu-ge?”

It’s too sudden for the lady at her xiangqing to react, and her gaze at Chu Shuzhi shows no reaction.

Chu Shuzhi gives her a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, before his attention shifts down towards Guo Changcheng, and he says with a tone that’s meant to cause confusion, “A Xiangqing behind my back? Why, you certainly have such gall!”

Guo Changcheng is shocked to silence.

What, what is this situation?

The lady’s eyes widen, captivated, completely in awe of the lich king’s aura and this utterly contrived plot. Chu Shuzhi reaches into Guo Changcheng’s pocket, digs out a few Renminbi bills and leaves them beneath a cup. Without another word of explanation, he stuffs Guo Changcheng beneath one arm and carries him out.

[TN. Renminbi, lit. The People’s money, the cash of the PRC.]

Guo Changcheng BSOD on scene and remains unresponsive until Chu Shuzhi stuffs him into the car. Chu Shuzhi stretches out his legs, and like an arrogant master of old, commands, “Start the car. Drop me off first.”

Guo Changcheng telegraphs ten thousand emotions tied up in knots in a single glance.

Chu Shuzhi says, “What are you glaring for, I’m doing this for her sake. To think she would dream up an idea like that, go digging at Kunlun-jun’s foundations. Really…”

[TN. 挖牆腳 - lit. dig at the foot of a wall. Applicable both in the case of someone seducing your husband or a competitor trying to lure away an employee.]

His speech halts, and a phrase comes to him unbidden like good fortune. He blurts out, "Stupid humans.

…Stupid human Guo Changcheng doesn’t say anything, and with his face still bright red, he silently starts the car.

On his satchel, a little round disc that resembles a scale invisibly transmits.

The next day, a rumour seem to spring up from everywhere at once: Chu-ge and Xiao-Guo’s gone steady, 9 University Rd is a nest for gays.

[TN. 搞大象 lit. setup-big-elephant. It came from 搞對象 lit. setup a partner. It’s just slang to replace the middle character with 大 / big, or 小 / small to indicate whether the partner is serious or casual.]

And what’s become of the person unfortunate enough to hear something he should not have, the Lin Jing who spread the rumours?

Oh, may the lord Buddha preserve us, he’s gained so many bumps on his head it’s wrapped in enough bandages to resemble a turban.

===

Much thanks to @lifeishwaiting for the final once over.

I’ve been sitting on this draft forever trying to get around the couple of derogatory terms the author used, and I did change them above, so I’ll note them here:

Raj from BBT was referred to as “The little Indian from BBT”

The last line used 印度阿三 and here’s the Baidu entry. I ended up using “turban” instead because it’s what she really meant as a description, and it’s a word used in Chinese history — think “Yellow Turban Rebellion” before the Three Kingdoms period.

[royalnovels-blog]

SW Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Nine Transformation Demonic Technique

A bone-piercing cold wind zipped by. Ye Chuan coldly smiled, instantly understanding the intention of horned demon Na Gusi, “Strike, let me see whether you have that ability or not!” Ye Chuan was completely calm, and with Heaven Swallowing Talisman rapidly churning, a round of pure energy fluctuation appeared. Hearing about Dark Moon Continent where demonic cultivators gather, an average person would petrify, but Ye Chuan didn’t care. Before, when he was able to conceal the heaven with his hand, no need to mention about Dark Moon Continent, he had entered and exited thousand times more dangerous ancient ominous domain, killing those fiends until they pissed in their pants. Unfortunately, now he was reincarnated as a Big Disciple of Cloud Mist Sect, and was staying there to cultivate again, so he didn’t have time to waste in Dark Moon Continent. “Eh, what technique is this? How…” Horned Demon Na Gusi exclaimed, as he vaguely felt innate suppression after Ye Chuan rotate Yao Refining Heaven Swallowing Technique, circulating Heaven Swallowing Talisman within his body. Now in front of Ye Chuan, he seemed to be able to use only less than 60% of his complete power. So glaring at Ye Chuan, now horned demon was shocked, puzzled and even scared. Among the demonic cultivators, there was a legend passed down generation after generation. Demonic cultivator of whatever style once made a breakthrough to Daoist Master realm, they don’t need to fear the pressure of any righteous sect, even to the extent that the pressure of Sage would also not be that effective, only encountering the ancient existences that cultivate legendary Demon God level peerless technique, they would feel innate suppression. How old was Ye Chuan, was he a venerable Demon God, or is the reincarnation of ancient Demon God? Horned demon shook his head, and didn’t dare to believe this kind of thoughts, but he was truly feeling this kind of innate pressure! “If I say I am the reincarnation of an ancient Demon God, will you believe?” Ye Chuan sneered, with his eyes flashing as if he could completely see through this horned demon. “Impossible, will ancient Demon God reincarnate in such downtrodden sect, moreover as this kind of nobody? If you are the reincarnation of ancient Demon God, then I am a King of Demon God, that legendary Great Demon God!” Horned demon Na Gusi shouted, then pressing ground with his tiptoes, he charged towards Ye Chuan. And clawing at the empty air, suddenly a huge claw appeared in the sky. The five sharp fingers of this claw were slightly bent as if a bear claw. And that claw suddenly emitted a bloody aura. Looking at this, it seemed this horned demon had fused with more than two yao beasts. Usually, the more yao beasts a demonic cultivator had fused with, the more powerful their cultivation would be. Naturally, controlling their heart demon would also be hard and the backlash would also be extremely violent. Ye Chuan slightly bowed, and the instant the sharp claw whistled through, he jumped, dodging the attack of this horned demon. “Boy, you can’t run away!” Horned demon Na Gusi shouted loudly, and chasing after Ye Chuan, he initiated attacks like tidewater. Ye Chuan’s speed was fast, but his speed was faster. Despite his knee joint being stiff, his hopping was faster than average people flying in their flying sword. No matter which direction Ye Chuan ran, he instantly caught up to Ye Chuan. But Ye Chuan used an unknown technique, which made his body move as if a willow, making horned demon unable to guess which direction he would go next, dodging the attacks of the horned demon at the crucial moment. As a once venerable Heaven Concealing Great Sage that was able to conceal the heaven with his hand, Ye Chuan had once mastered 3000 techniques, and had enough experience to deal with sudden and unexpected situations in many ways. Unfortunately, the cultivation of his current body was limited, so he was unable to last long. Not long after, horned demon Na Gusi cornered Ye Chuan on the edge of the mountain gully with nowhere to dodge. “Hahaha, brat, be obedient and come with me to Horned Demon Palace!” The horned demon roared with laughter and advanced step by step. With Rank 5 Daoist Master realm against Rank 7 Wuzhe, this was simply a disproportionate match. The current Ye Chuan was far from being his opponent. But, with various kinds of means, along with the usage of different kinds of talisman, ye Chuan seize the opportunity to break out of an encirclement time and time again, making horned demon Na Gusi more and more apprehensive as the time passed, so he made up the mind to resolve this in the shortest time possible. If by chance, he alerted the experts of the three great sects on the top of this mountain, then he would be in trouble. The elder of Cloud Mist Sect hadn’t come, but there was still Black Cauldron Sect’s Tuoba Xiong and Five Style Sect’s Elder Tu. Although Na Gusi didn’t fear them, but he also didn’t want any unexpected twist and turns. “Your body, you have fused with Violent Bear approximately fifty-seven years ago.” Ye Chuan didn’t dodge again, merely looking straight at horned demon Na Gusi without any fear, he flatly said. Aggressive horned demon Na Gusi suddenly stopped his steps, and looking surprised, he asked, “How did you know?” “That time, you were very lucky, as you were able to fuse with thousand years Violent Bear, refining Violent Bear’s unique skill. But, at that time, you also left behind a fatal hidden damage. In every overcast and rainy days, your right arm aches very much, isn’t that so?” Ye Chuan flatly said without answering the question of the horned demon, rather continuing to point out his problem. Just a moment ago, he was not only dodging the attack of the horned demon, he was also carefully observing his body. And he was able to discern the hidden trouble on horned demon Na Gusi. After his reincarnation, Ye Chuan had to start his cultivation from the beginning, so his cultivation was limited, but his experience and discernment were still present. “So what? Even if my entire right arm is wasted, you will still not be my opponent!” The complexion of horned demon Na Gusi became ferocious, then he suddenly accelerated wanted to quickly capture Ye Chuan. “Twenty-three years ago, you fuse with a unicorn, inheriting its innate ability which vastly increased your speed, but your left hand was wasted, so you can merely use one hand to fight.” Ye Chuan said. Ferocious Na Gusi suddenly stopped again, then his complexion changed. Saying his secrets once, he could pass it as a wild guess, but Ye Chuan was able to point out his two secrets, this was not simple! “And just recently, you forcibly fused with hundred thousand years Horned Dragon, changing the entire essence blood within your body into the dragon blood. This vastly strengthened your body, but, your two knees however were wasted and you can’t bend them, so even walking is difficult.” Ye Chuan paused for a bit and continued indifferently, “There are many ways for a demonic cultivator to fuse with yao beast, but you choose the simplest and also most dangerous method. Now, you can’t bend your knee, that is a small problem, but very soon, it’s your internal organs turn to be unable to bear the power of hundred thousand years Horned Dragon. The end of your life is already right around the corner, but you are still wandering outside, you are so pitiful and funny!” “If I catch you, I will have many Ghost Talismans, wouldn’t that solve all my problems?” The eyes of horned demon Na Gusi showed ominous glint, then began to advance forward again. “Ghost Talismans can only alleviate and delay the arrival of the end of your end. It merely cures the symptoms, not the disease.” Ye Chuan answered. Horned demon Na Gusi stopped again, then with his green eyes, he firmly stared at Ye Chuan, “Then you say, how can this be treated?” “Look for an immortal pill and swallow it.” Ye Chuan answered. “That’s impossible, in this Wilderness World, immortal pills are already extinct. And if it was available, then you don’t need to say it!” Horned demon shook his head. “Look for an immortal, and ask him to cleanse you muscles and subjugate your marrow.” Ye Chuan continued. Horned demon shook his head once again, and with an ominous glint flashing in his eyes, he said: “Even more impossible, immortals have already disappeared! Brat, are you joking around with me?” “I have a technique, after achieving success in the cultivation of this technique, you don’t need to ask anyone to help, you can resolve it yourself.” Ye Chuan said ignoring the ominous glint of this horned demon. “What technique?” “Nine Transformation Demonic Technique!” Ye Chuan spat out several words, and circulating the Heaven Swallowing Talisman within his body, his body suddenly expanded to three meters, two lumps sprout in his forehead, and he vaguely became somewhat similar to horned demon Na Gusi. And in a blink of an eye, he immediately reverted back to his original state, looking pale and exhausted. It was just a very short time transformation, but that was already enough. The experienced and knowledgeable horned demon Na Gusi suddenly became excited. Nine Transformation Demonic Technique, this was a technique tailor-made for demonic cultivator from the legend. With this technique, he could resolve his heart demon whenever he pleased, fuse with any yao beast, even to the extent of directly evolving to the appearance of yao beasts themselves. This technique was something demonic cultivators yearn for even in their dream. Unfortunately, this technique was long lost in Wilderness World. And suddenly seeing this technique in front of him, horned demon Na Gusi who was nearly at the end of his life was excited like never before. “Don’t be too excited, or your end of life will arrive in advance.” Ye Chuan paused, and said indifferently: “See this mountain gully, if I directly jump down, I will certainly die, and you will also be unable to obtain Nine Transformation Demonic Technique. How about we make a deal?” “What deal?” Horned demon Na Gusi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, suppressing the impulse within his heart. “I will teach you Nine Transformation Demonic Technique, first only the first part, then slowly teach you other parts. But you have to help me do a number of matters.” Ye Chuan calmly said, grasping the treasured possession of horned demon Na Gusi. Nine Transformation Demonic Technique was the dream of horned demon Na Gusi, but was a lifesaving rope for Ye Chuan. With this rope, horned demon Na Gusi will no longer be able to escape his control, as after becoming aware of its benefits, he will fall deeper and deeper. After that, he would tighten up the noose on this horned demon even more. After leaving God Burial Valley, Ye Chuan was lying low in Cloud Mist Sect, not leaving even Cloud Mist Mountain Range. But, his vision was already outside Heavenly Fire Continent, and betting on Dark Moon Continent, he began to lay out the seeds to return to his past pinnacle in the future. Demonic cultivators were fierce, each and every one of them was a great devil that kills people like flies, but using well, they could be a powerful force. Controlling horned demon Na Gusi was the beginning of controlling the power. “Fine, it’s a deal!” Horned demon Na Gusi thought for a bit, and being unable to resist the temptation of Nine Transformation Demonic Technique, he said. “Then listen carefully, now, I will impart the first core law!” Ye Chuan came straight to the point, then confidentially imparted the technique beside the mountain gully. And the vicious and overbearing horned demon Na Gusi also listened with attention. Slowly, the suspicion in his heart disappeared, and was replaced by shock and solemnness. Previous       Main menu      Next Click to Post

[lilythecattt]

Dear Mr Seedly, Why don't you enjoy people your last name? I feel like it makes you look quite mature. From, Anon

*Sprout sighs…*

(TW: Mid-Art)

[🍓]: “Do not call me that. That word is far from worthy of being called ‘Mature.’ It’s just disgusting. If I see another person calling me.. THAT.. It will not end well for either of us.”

“. . .”

“Right…”

*Sprout perks up a bit. And (half-reluctantly) says:

“Thanks for the question, Anon!… Please. Never use that word again.”

(/OOC: My first ask!… The art isn’t perfect, but hopefully it was kind of funny. :D)

[lilythecattt]

🐚, "I'll catch you soon sprout~! and that'll be another obstacle out of the way."

(HIII HELLLO HIIIIII

*Sprout only glanced at this message on a paper this time (I’m guessing the first Roleplay ended, also he ran with the previous ask xd)

*He has a bad feeling about this, but tells no one. Not even Cosmo.

(/Ooc: HELLO MUTUAL :>)

[lilythecattt]

🌙, "..sprout can you tell shelly to stop watching me."

[🍓]: “Why would she be watching you?- I’m busy right now. Maybe tell her yourself?…”

(/Ooc: I’m scared for Astro =D…)

[lilythecattt]

"Do poeple in Hawaii allow loud laughter? Or only a low ha?"

- Finn 🐟🐟

[🍫]: “Ah! Sprout you smiled!”

[🍓]: “I heard Dandy snicker when you read it!- Don’t tell them that!… The joke was so bad…”

*Cosmo teases him more:

[🍫]: “You still smiled!”

*Covering his mouth, Sprout says:

[🍓]: “Shelly, please get this Fishbowl off my blog…”

[🍫]: “But he just found it… :c”

(/OOC: Help I smiled… My humor is so weird ;u;)

[lilythecattt]

🌙, "sprout... sorry about the nightmare. I wasn't in the mood for any good dreams last night.."

// tickles

[🍓]: “Nightmares?… I don’t remember having any-…”

*He suddenly goes silent, for a moment…

[🍓]: “It’s.. alright.”

*(Sprout wonders if he should be concerned whether this reached the right Toon…)

[lilythecattt]

Question for Cosmo, and sprout if he's somehow found. Have y'all tried to make pasta or ramen before? I mean, both pastries and noodles ARE made out of dough so It can't be too different right? Idk I'm not a baker let alone a chef

[🍓]: “Dandy actually had the idea we should try it again, a while before I made this Blog…”

[🌈]: “…It ended up looking like that blue noodley-Pokémon when we tried to take it out of the pot.”

[🍫]: “Don’t say that about Tangela!”

*Dandy fails to avoid laughing. Just Dandy smiling makes it hard for Sprout and Cosmo to keep from doing the same…

[🍓]: “I guess it kind of did…”

[lilythecattt]

To Sprout and Cosmo.

Have you heard of Fruitcake? Not the food Fruitcake the other one.

*The silence is awkward, as they stare at each other…

[🍓]: “Kind of happens to be one of the most popular ships… Can’t not hear about it when all the Toons know it exists…”

*Yet another pause…

[🍫]: “We’re just close friends!…”

*…Cosmo starts blushing the color of Sprout’s skin-

[lilythecattt]

Sprout

I'm watching My Little Pony: A New Generation and there's this earth pony called Sprout who becomes a sheriff (albeit a racist one (or rather... ponyist?), though it's cause he learned it from his mom)

now all I'm thinking of is you as a sheriff fiehdosk-

[🍓]: “I don’t know how to feel about this…”

*Sprout sees another ask from the same person, just before he posts the answer��

[lilythecattt]

gives sprout the bootleg plushie version of himself. (Specifically the one where it looks like hes being choked to death by his scarf.)

*Sprout judgmentally stares at the plushy.

[🍓]: “What.. even is-”

*He can’t keep from (reluctantly) smiling at how dumb it looks………

The plush in question: